My teacher's essay 1 My teacher, whose surname is Xie, is a teacher who teaches biology. He is easy-going, good to us and good at teaching. He deserves to be my favorite teacher.
On the first day of high school, I entered this new class nervously. He stood on the platform, and the warm sunshine shone on his cheeks. His body is a little fat, a little beer belly, and he looks serious, which makes my heart pounding and I think: my future days are coming to an end ... but the fact is not as bad as I thought.
I have never been distracted in his class. He speaks very seriously, I study very hard and get good grades in biology. Once a classmate in our class made him laugh. God, he has a beautiful smile. A neat row of small white teeth. From then on, I fell in love with his smiling face. As soon as I saw his smiling face, I felt full of energy all day. Besides, he is good-looking, with big eyes and long eyelashes. Students all call our biology teacher a "male god", and I agree with this view.
One morning, I had a high fever and almost fell to the ground when I went out to go to the toilet. I took antipyretics and persisted for a day. But the next day I couldn't hold on. Find Mr. Xie and want to ask for leave. Without saying anything, he called my mother on his mobile phone. But my mother didn't answer. She called five or six times and nobody answered. He said, "Go back to the classroom first and have a good rest. I'll call again a few times. " Then the phone rang suddenly, and he said with surprise, "I called." When he saw this, he smiled helplessly and said, "It's from my family", and then sighed. Later, after half an hour, he came to me and said, "I told your mother that your mother will come soon, and I have asked you for leave." After returning home, I casually asked, "Mom, how many phone calls did the teacher give you?" My mother said apologetically, "A dozen." I was really surprised at that time, and a warm current flowed from my heart.
Later, I was placed in different classes. He is no longer my head teacher, and I can't adapt to the new class, so I can only be sad silently. Teacher Xie called me to my office and said to me, "Look, isn't there a wall between your class and mine?" You can see me every day, right? It is normal not to adapt to the new class. You should talk to them more. "He smiled at me. My nose hurts and my tears can't stop flowing. He patted me and said, "Let's go back to class. "
I know, I am a very modest student, and I can remember my teacher. There are very few people who can comfort me, even less, except teacher Xie. He is my teacher and my motivation to study hard.
My teacher's composition 2 She is very kind. Undoubtedly, no one has seen her reprimand a student loudly, even the most stubborn troublemaker in the world. She is also very strict, which may be due to work. A woman with a kind and stern face impressed me the most. So now, more than 30 years later, this impression is still so clear.
At that time, she was only thirty years old and taught us Chinese.
At that time, she was already the mother of a child and had to wait on her in-laws. Their family lives in a temporary school house. I always see her busy. Because of fatigue, her temples have a lot of white hair.
At that time, I thought the teacher was not beautiful. Drowning her in the crowd is like pouring a drop of water into the sea. For me as a teenager, Miss Yang is like my mother first, and then a teacher. At that age, the most easily overlooked thing was her beauty.
I corrected this mistake at the teacher's house. That day, I saw a photo of my teacher when he was young hanging on his wall. Teacher Yang in the photo is very charming. Her eyes are shining brightly, her hair is combed with two locks of long hair, and a pair of bows are floating at the root of her hair. The whole person is so young, bright and lovely. At that moment, I was shocked I stood in front of the teacher's portrait for a long time. I have prayed silently in my heart countless times, teacher, I love you. I didn't tell the teacher the secret until today.
Many of Miss Yang's disciples talk about her and always say how good the teacher is to herself, but in my heart, I think Miss Yang loves me very much.
On one occasion, the school organized all teachers to go for a spring outing. Because it is far from the school, in the depths of a mountain. And we all have to walk all the way on our own legs. So the school requires students to bring their own dry food and water. During the lunch break, the students took out their own prepared food. I have no money to buy food because I accidentally lost my money on the way. I was even hungrier when I saw my classmates wolfing down their food. I quietly hid aside and swallowed. When Teacher Yang found me, I was staring at the distant mountain alone. She sat down next to me and took her bag off her shoulder. Miss Yang reached in and magically took out two loaves of bread and a bottle of milk. She put the bread and milk in my hand and whispered, "Eat".
I almost shed tears. But I ate Miss Yang's meal. What did the teacher eat? I looked at the teacher with puzzled eyes. Teacher Yang probably saw my worry and smiled gently: "I have food." Say that finish, I touched my head with my hand and turned away.
I took the bread left by the teacher, and the tip of the bread was lit with red dots. In my hungry belly, such delicious food was so tempting, but that day, I didn't eat them. I took them home until I shared them with my mother.
It's been over thirty years. Looking at this little thing now, I suddenly have more feelings: a teacher loves every student deeply, and such a mind can rival God. Because only God can be so kind.
It was Teacher Yang who taught me to always treat others with a loving and kind heart.
Today, on the occasion of the 24th Teachers' Day, let me, a teacher, bow deeply to Teacher Yang thirty years ago: Happy Teachers' Day!
A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and a small thing can reflect the teacher's character. I will never forget my teacher's kindness.
She is Miss Yang, the most unforgettable teacher in my life.